A Slam Poem from a Wanna-Be-Slam Poet

In an attempt to bring liveliness to the pieces of writing that lay dormant on my laptop, I want to share a poem written with the intentions of slamming it down in some random New Orleans slam poetry competition.

There is something sacred about the art of sharing personal experiences. The basis of this story with rhyme and emphasis is factual, and the any fragment of exaggeration highlights a real feeling. Knowing that the statements of this piece present real insights into the statements I have received, I attempt to excise a sense of artistry out of a feeling of duty in this poem.

This art calling out to you, reader, is my experience in New Orleans’ Central City neighborhood. It is my reparation for my anger, and it is salve for my wounds.